After six years, He Jiaojiao met Lu Liuguang again at the airport.
It was she who abandoned him back then.
On the one-inch square page of the newspaper, the densely packed typefaces expressed his anger to the best of their ability. Only a line of typefaces at the end expressed his hidden thoughts: If you still have any conscience, don't let me look for you again.
However, he didn't know that He Jiaojiao was so depressed at that time that he couldn't afford any conscience.
When we met again, he was already an elite in the industry, while He Jiaojiao had nothing.
She had no intention of entangled, but he insisted on approaching her.
- May I be like the star and the moon, and may the light shine brightly every night.
—He Jiaojiao, I'm waiting for you. Please come back.
Intention: Love is like the wind and never stops